It's that time of the year again. *Ramadhan Kareem*.
Unlike the past three years, this time it's special because I got to breakfast and break-fast with my family which I find immensely delightful. I am grateful after those harsh 3 years fasting abroad, I could finally enjoy comfort food for my iftar.
Lets not bother with food talk. Lets talk about juicier stuff, like, why fasting is sooooo hard.
Even after many years of fasting, I still find fasting month very challenging.
I feel bad for writing this, but let me express my inner thoughts.
The day after my return from KL, the journey into Ramadhan embarked. My physique has not adjusted to the scorching 34 degrees weather yet. I am constantly sweating without much movement, and I am constantly dehydrated because of sudden change of weather. God knows how much I dreaded the weather.
And lets just step into Ramadhan where any form of bodily consumption is prohibited shall we..
My house is not air-conditioned, but I ain't complaining. I am content with what my family can afford. I am just getting hots over the relentless heat, that's all.
Stepping into Ramadhan the first thing I got home isn't exactly my idea of homecoming. Don't call me a non-believer, I am just not ready. There was too much to grasp in the meantime, like, what's the first meal, what's the meal for morning and evening breakfasting, and more meals ideas. Sounds trivial, but food ain't trivial especially in Ramadhan.
But right now I am coping well. I try to stay indoor and minimize my outdoor activities.
Regardless, lets' all cherish this blessed month. Let's increase our daily prayers and Quran recitals, and perform more good deeds. Helping the poor for example. You could also help your mom in the kitchen. It's for you, it's for everyone.
Have a great Ramadhan everyone.
Cheers.
*I still hate writing. Thanks uni life.
